FREE SMURK OFNG Lyrics – Chuckyy

Read the full FREE SMURK OFNG lyrics by Chuckyy along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Chuckyy’s music, you can also explore We Got Buttons and My World, two other songs by Chuckyy.

[Verse]
Foenem grave, the gang play dirty, step outside, boy, clutch that thirty
This b!tch want me buy her Birkins, but I got bros locked in counties
Free the guys, there ain’t even no point, these hoes be fu*king, ain’t got boundaries
30K, that ain’t no bounty, I spent 30K on lean
On the night Smurk won his Grammy, what he do? Pull up on gang
I’m so Locos Tacos, finna get “Richest Maniac” on my face
I don’t fu*k with Vatos in the ‘Raq, most of they ass GDs
Know I rap and all, but I’ll bounce when bro bounce and that’s on gang
Shots let off, they dip, when lil’ bro slip, I’ll stand over his face
Put s*it up with millis, but I put most s*it up with that Drac’
When I tote that Micro, it’s not in no book bag, that ain’t safe
But it’s a book bag with me case I gotta get low from the jakes
Phones be tapped, don’t trust that s*it, I’m finna buy bronem walkie-talkies
He popped fake Percs, he a zombie (Zombie)
New straight-eight Jeep, yeah, we dogging (Skrrt)
When we outside, s*it get wet up, we done flamed s*it up on Halsted (No bap)
N!ggas tryna tweak with Chuckyy, better have money for them coffins
Boy, you better move precautious ’cause we blaze s*it quick, no talking
Headshot, brain cells, boy, he lost ’em (Dummy)
Foenem grave, this s*it getting weird, I don’t even wanna be around some of my partners (Weird)
Lil’ bronem spin out a Honda
We want bloodbath, we getting hungry (Give a fu*king s*it)
Millis and buttons go off in the ‘Raq, every time, these n!ggas be ducking
Lil’ b!tch, I score buckets, get it confused, done had some s*it get spanked (Spanked up)
N!ggas be out here b!tched out, acting like they so tough, ain’t got no rank (No)
Fu*k off 10K, that s*it light, more dog s*it on me, ain’t gotta hit the bank (Right now)
No b!tch ever told me, “No,” I fu*k, then leave stuff on her face (No bap)
You ain’t gotta tell me blow my fire, you know I’m on that, my s*it laced
She jumped in my fu*king ride and said it look like outer space
I just been living life P, I took a couple hoes on dates
Me and Smurk keep back to back in Lambos, boy, we tryna race (No bap)
Foenem grave, they gotta free Smurk, he say that s*it like every day
Stuffed that lil’ b!tch like a bird, you see, can’t sit s*it on my face
Hope everybody from the ‘Raq make it out, I hope every day
I know this is not a race, but, on foenem, I’m in first place
They like, “Chill, bro, why you cocky?” But I got told that from the greats (No bap)

10 mil’ leave s*it hula hoop, the coroners can’t even see his face (Woo, woo)
I don’t fu*k with no state troopers, stomp the gas on all the jakes (Skrrt)
30S ain’t got no button, this b!tch kick, gotta catch the grip (Grip)
SRT got extra power, leave smoke all up on the strip (Skrrt, skrrt)
We chill inside n!ggas’ dips, where you going? Shorty, come here
N!ggas see me, they be spooked, they heard I make s*it disappear
I got on my Marni slippers, they ain’t even comfortable, but they gear (Gear)
Chuckyy don’t dare follow trends, I set the trend, y’all see that clear (Right or wrong)
N!ggas hide behind security when they see us, n!ggas b!tch (He a b!tch)
‘Posed to be the other way around, boy, you the grown man, I’m the kid (No bap)
Prime example, stop that bapping rapping, need to go work at Lids
We get active, really, we get active, left s*it on cement
2025 McLaren, my first time driving it, this b!tch kind of quick (Swear we lit)
I don’t fu*k with Miami, it’s hardly raining, that’s some toxic s*it (Toxic s*it)
Pour up lean when I feel sick
Don’t like Pav, don’t fu*k with Quagen
Chuckyy only fu*k with Tris
Off a triple, high as s*it
Know my cup filled to the brim
Fox BD, pass me Jolly Ranch
My outfit cost Cali rent (Damn)
And my cup cost your phone bill (No bap)
Every time these n!ggas woofing, we hit blocks and leave s*it spilled (A mess)
We don’t need pills to go kill (No bap)
We suit up, do this for real (No bap)
We done gave out plenty spankings, started rap so I could chill (On pills again, on pills again)
But s*it go on, be for real, they still wanna white tee me still (No bap)

[Outro]
Foenem grave, man, never gon’ have it, n!gga